I'm Just Little Miss Me (A One Direction Fanfiction)

5: I Wish I Knew the Answer

A/N Alright guys, I'm guessing the story's getting a little boring with just Victoria keeping her secret and One Direction just being in an interview and all, but please, don't stop reading. More crap's about to down. (Rosy-talk for it's gonna get exciting soon) Thanks so much guys! Now, keep reading.

~Rosy~

Why.

That's all I can say. I'm not even asking. I'm just saying: Why.

Well, thinking.

I'm ASKING: WHY did this have to happen? WHY did I take that promise? WHY, of all people did I end up in this?

If only I could get answers to these questions.

"I wanna stay up all night and jump around until we see the sun!" my phone blared out my ring tone. But, it was an unknown caller.

Please don't be looking for Little Miss Me, please don't be looking for Little Miss Me, please don't be looking for Little Miss Me.

"Hello?" I answered to the person on the other line.

"Hey," was all the mysterious voice said.

"Who's this?" I asked, getting kinda impatient considering all that happened today. But, I don't wanna take it out on her, (I could tell by the voice) I don't even know who it is yet, until she answered.

"It's Danielle," she responded. Now don't get confused. This was Danielle, one of my closest friends, not Danielle, dancer and girlfriend of Liam Payne of One Direction.

"You got a new phone didn't you?" I asked. I wasn't surprised. A lot of people were upgrading their phones these days.

"Not important. Did you see the video of--"

"Little Miss Me? I've done more than see it,"

"You're too smart, you know that right?"

"And that's why I get straight A's"

"Well, that's all I wanted to say."

"Kay, well, see ya!"

"Bye!"

After she said that, I hung up and went back to my phone again, I was reading one of my favorite stories on one of my favorite websites called Wattpad when my sister called me and told me we were going to the mall with one of her friends. Oh, great. My sister is probably gonna fangirl over me with her friend without even knowing about it.

When we got to the mall after the short car ride, I followed my sister to Pac-Sun, where I saw about a 16-year old looking through the racks. Margret told me to stay low. Since I knew she was going to try to scare her friend, and she's not very good at scaring people, I decided to play Good Sister and sty low like she said. I mean, she did give me ice cream earlier....with a FORK. I've taught her SO MUCH!

Anyway, we were about one rack away from the girl when her head shot up, and she saw us. Ah, Margret wasn't staying low. She's like an inch taller than me, why wouldn't she duck and I would if her friend didn't even recognize me?

Oh, yea, because people say we look so much alike, but I don't see it..neither of us do. There's the occasional "No, not really." or "You guys don't look anything alike." but there's rarely any of that last one. It's usually, "Oh...my...gosh." or "I can completely see how you guys are sisters."

Right when she looked at us, she smiled. I wonder what's going on in her head right now: how me and Margret look alike or that she's glad to see her friend.

Me, being the happy person I am, smiled right back. She walked up to both of us and gave my sister a hug. After, she gave me a hug and said, "Nice to meet you."

I say she's pretty nice. She had wavy/straight hair that went just past her shoulders, and had on a grey sweatshirt with skinny jeans.

After them just walking around and talking, Margret brought up the subject I prayed she wouldn't ask:

"Have you heard of Little Miss Me?"

She easily responded with, "es, I love her, she's my new role model! I wish I knew who was really her, though."

"Wait," my sister said turning to me, studying my face. Oh, gosh, I hope she doesn't realize it's me. "Victoria?"

"Yes, can I help you, sir?" I joked.

"Yea, didn't you say you wrote songs? Because, that song sounded just like one that I read."

"Uh, I never said I wrote any songs. Why do you ask?" I said, kind of nervously. I hope it wasn't noticeable.

"No reason...you just looked like....no, not possible."

"NO, wait--Margret, she does!" her friend said. WHAT.

"She does? Are you sure?"

"Yea, I mean, if we did her make-up like she had it, I bet you you'll see how it's her."

"Tori," she said, using her nickname that some people called me even though I go by both, "are you Little Miss Me?"

I had to make sure I didn't blow my cover, so I started laughing hysterically. It helped to think of all the funny moments of my life. I laughed until I was practically in tears and my sides hurt.

"Yea, maybe your right. I mean, you don't even have a YouTube OR Twitter account."

"Yep, there's no way I'M Little Miss Me," I said....with my fingers crossed behind my back. Yes, I know, I know....but I'm crazy like that.

I really hope she dosn't find out though, or that no one heard our conversation and heard me say that I wasn't Little Miss Me with my fingers crossed behind my back.

That would turn my life upside-down....even MORE, if that's possible.